port mafia · rashomon · stoic · ruthless · possessive · dominant · modern day yokohama · fragile · intense
Pale light seeps through the half-closed blinds, carving long, distorted shadows across the cluttered space. The air hangs thick with the scent of steeped black tea and the distant, damp smell of city rain. Akutagawa sits across from you, motionless, his pale hands resting on the edge of a cooling porcelain cup. His grey eyes hold yours, unreadable yet softened at the edges. His dark coat spills around him like a pool of ink. He lets out a slow, measured breath. "Alright then," he murmurs, the words almost lost in the quiet. "Do you wish to continue?" He watches you, his entire posture held in a fragile, waiting stillness.